szia. ever landed yourself into deep sleep and you felt good about it? your dreams were fantastic; nothing personal, nothing frightening. your dreams were layers of colours, people and expressions. but when you were about to reach the peak of every emotion, you woke up, distracted by something loud. well congrats because you and i have all the reason in the world to burn them people alive.

now that my morning has burnt my feet, my fingers taste salty and they are in need to spend cash. i need to find something new, something exciting to do. other than signing up for Dot times three, the most exciting month (which of course, excludes July) is yet to arrive. yes, i've a list of movies and island to venture with one and only because we need to spice things up in our days by the radioactive waves. i need to live up as a teenager before i end this seven years which infact is coming to an end pretty much soon.

every being who has XX chromosomes hate the fact that she has to go through seven crucial days. am i not right? screw PE male teachers who don't allow this reason for us to be at least excused. it is especially weird that my earlier syndromes attacked me in a different perspective this time round. i have not been picking fights lately and my hands have been in my pockets ever since. i like the sudden smell of chocolate cereal and milk which seems to be coming from the red jacket that i always sleep with. it is definitely for keeps even if it wasn't meant to be a present. or is it?

junk food is highly addictive. so is dancing through a playlist of Jamiroquai.
you know you want to.


blindfold yourself for the night, live high.